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(SKOTSKR) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we don't got no option, bitch already fitted my optics (Yeah) How the fuck I ain't pop yet? Kept checkin' my pockets (Woah, woah) Couldn't—, couldn't pick another target, I ain't even get the best part yet (Woo) Walked in, got shit started, run it 'til I get what I want (Yeah, yeah) Stuff racks in the carpet, bitch, couldn't buy more confidence (Woah) Let 'em think that we forgot the shit, nah, fuck-shit permanent (Yeah) Yeah (I remember where yo' family at) Yeah, bitch should've planned for that And we around where you can't be at, pop through, I got a plan for that (Bow, yeah, bow) Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah) Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Shit, flash, pop, pop, pop, pop Momma ain't raise no bitch, heard that talk, talk (Yeah) Bitch I'm wired, I wan' off some (Yeah, yeah) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Park outside his crib and light the block up (Bow, bow) Bitch, I got my stocks up Flip his fuckin' crib into a cemetery They don't got the chalk, bro (Yeah) I got time to spin again, and spin again, but not no time to talk tough (Yeah, yeah) Letras de cancionesSip on somethin', watch him die slow Uh, if he knew what I know (Yeah) Yeah, fuck his life up (Yeah), get that yellow tape cut (Yeah), stomp his body out (Yeah) Pussy, try something, bitch, yeah, run it (Yeah), teach him, watch his fuckin' mouth Get the block jumpin', got a mag, dump it, bitch, hit the crowd, fuck it (Bow) He want war, I love it, bet not run from it (Bet not—, bet not run from it) From Letras Mania